I lay comfortably cold,
Shielded by your soul.
Magnolia petals raining down
From the secret portal ceiling.
One of them landed on my cheek,
Another escaped into my dreams.
Citrusy scent surrounds me
Right before I fall asleep.
Was it from the magnolias,
Or from your light lime eyes?
Your voice humming lullabies
To my tangled tresses.
Petals profoundly scattered
All over our slumbered beings.
The night is cold, like it's winter,
Like you confessed to the flowers.
And perhaps you did.
You whispered your longings
To the never-ending floral rain,
Or to an evidently floral name.
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Citrus and Serendipity | R.Ayman
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